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The Menologium. (Preface To The Anglo-Saxon Chronicles)

CHRIST WAS BORN, KING OF GLORY
in midwinter, mighty prince,
eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,
Healer, called, heaven's ward;
so at the same time singing praises
countless folk begin the year,
for the awaited time comes to town,
the first month, famous January.
Five nights later the Lord's baptism,
and eternal God's epiphany comes;
the twelve-days' time to blessed men known,
by us in Britain called Twelfthnight.
Four weeks later February falls,
Sol-month brighter settles in town,
a month minus two days;
so February's way was reckoned by the wise,
One night more is Mary's mass,
the King's mother; for on that day Christ,
the child of the Ruler, she revealed in the temple.
After five nights winter was fared,

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That priest is a fool who decries his relics.

Italian proverbs
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We are all flesh and blood of the earth and so will return to the ground as rotten maggot encrusted relics.

Togolese proverbs
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The Island Of The Scots

I.

The Rhine is running deep and red,
The island lies before-
'Now is there one of all the host
Will dare to venture o'er?
For not alone the river's sweep
Might make a brave man quail:
The foe are on the further side,
Their shot comes fast as hail.
God help us, if the middle isle
We may not hope to win!
Now, is there any of the host
Will dare to venture in?'

II.

'The ford is deep, the banks are steep,
The island-shore lies wide:

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poem by William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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Paint Box

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress but feeling rather empty
I had another drink
Drink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink

What a way to spend that evening
They all turn up with their friends
Playing the game
But in the scene I should have been
Far away
Away - away - away - away - away
Getting up

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All These Busy Busy Entrepreneurial Poets

All these busy, busy entrepreneurial poets
trying to substitute their usefulness for talent.
If you can't sing well enough to bear your own voice
to get lovers and applause on your own merits,
manage a band, control those who can,
network like gyspy moths in a Dutch elm,
take two creative writing courses
from a narcissistic mystagogue projecting
the fraud of the Wizard of Oz on the unsuspecting
listening to a firefly of talent talking like a starmap
about shining, about black holes and supernovas
dark energy and gravitational eyes, and the myriad galaxies
he teaches on the lower rung of a swing
in an institutionalized aviary of higher learning
as if the closest he's ever been to the light
was a dead starfish among the usual relics of a low tide
or sodden firecrackers of insight on a Halloween night.
He teaches you to take out whatever there was never much of
to put in. To strike the definite article
like crab grass out of your well-mown lawn

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Dig Me

Its here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons
Toothy grills and car parts before me...the acid rain floods my
Floorboard, burns my pores, and rots my upholstry.. once I was
Worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
Angry bay...
Im ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
Im ready to ride away
I dont want to die in here
Im ready to ride
Mmy skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue... my body
Unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal
Relics... what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway...
Dig me...but dont...bury me

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Thebais - Book One - part IV

For by the black infernal Styx I swear,
(That dreadful oath which binds the thunderer)
‘Tis fixed; th’ irrevocable doom of Jove;
No force can bend me, no persuasion move.
haste then, Cyllenius, through the liquid air;
Go, mount the winds, and to the shades repair;
Bid hell’s black monarch my commands obey,
And give up Laius to the realms of day,
Whose ghost yet shiv’ring on Cocytus’ sand,
Expects its passage to thc further strand:
Let the pale sire revisit Thebes, and bear
These pleasing orders to the tyrant’s ear;
That from his exiled brother, swelled with pride
Of foreign forces, and his Argive bride,
Almighty Jove commands him to detain
The promised empire, and alternate reign:
Be this the cause of more than mortal hate:
The rest, succeeding times shall ripen into fate.”
The god obeys, and to his feet applies
Those golden wings that cut the yielding skies.

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Graveland

Mankind - proud conqueror and king
swings its flag of primal glory to the winds
Titans of the power-myth that failed
Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail
So weak, so hollow-minded
the primat flock responds
the jester race submits
For each day of war is a failure for man,
enslaved in her mordial genes
Illusions bleed from their fetid cores,
bent to their rotten extremes
We, the plague of Terra Firma,
nature's grand and last mistake
plant the poisoned seed of cancer,
set the severed fruits awake
Burning like frozen relics
in god's archaic graveland
Burn the visionaire
Kill the ideaologies
Mankind must die

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How Could I?

Memories and silence fills each room
Overwhelming heavy as the tidal waves consume
Buried underneath the dust & gloom
Relics are reminders of my family of two
Pictures of a happy bride and groom
Ferry rides around the harbor on our honeymoon
Wedding gifts of pots and pans
Sleeping while were holding hands
As gracie lays upon us as we spoon
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
Of who I am or where ill be
So now we live in fear of the unknown
Insecure and skepticle her trust in me was blown
Despite the past we face we both have grown
Through the pain to find the strength together or alone
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees

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